Trained Muscle from Oblivion by Ran Shevi

Trained muscle
At the heart of a lie
My teeth are sunken in
In the force of my light-weighted head
The ring gently slides from my finger
Slamming down every wave that there’s to rise from the deaf of your soul, your little soul, your troubled little soul

In the path of distant memory
Now way beyond reach, five arched fingers
gather around the thin ring
Trying to feed an insatiable hunger
A voice of a weeping woman.
That deceiving sound of hope

As our unborn child lies under the scalpel again I repeat
A sinister cycle of words
Sliding my hand over the heart of a lie reinjuring bare wounds,
Slowly healing again and again

When we’re so scared to comprehend
That which is known to all
Covering the exposed in a thick blanket
Of dry vine leaves.
Crumbling with the heavy curbstone wind
Rising tall heavy waves rising
With the heavy curbstone wind
Deep within your troubled little soul
Heavy curbstone wind

We’ll slam them down
One by one, my love
I’ll slam them down
One by one
But oh, now can you feel it, dear?

It can happen
It can most definitely happen
when there is nothing like eyes shut -
Our most trained muscle

At the heart of a lie sunken in
Eyes shut,
So scared to comprehend my teeth are sunken in
So deep sunken in

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